: Formula 1 (2025 grid)
Characters: Y/N Leclerc, Charles Leclerc, Arthur Leclerc, Lorenzo Leclerc, Kimi Antonelli, Ollie Bearman
Genre: Platonic, slice of life, humor, fluff, family dynamics
WC: 1,267
Warnings: light language, overprotective brothers, mischief
[📸: image of Monaco paddock with a caption]
“Y/N Leclerc spotted in the paddock for the first time?? 👀 Baby Leclerc causing chaos???”
#monacogp #f1gridchaos #charlesisnotokay
Y/N Leclerc was eighteen and tired of being babied.
It was cute when she was thirteen. Still manageable when she was fifteen. But now? Now that she was legally an adult, could vote in elections, and was literally filling out university applications? She was done being told she wasn’t allowed in the paddock because it was “too chaotic.”
Chaotic was her default setting.
And she was a Leclerc — practically raised trackside.
So when the Monaco Grand Prix rolled around and Charles and Arthur casually told her, again, that she wasn’t going, she decided to do what any self-respecting youngest sibling would do.
She lied.
“Oui, maman, I’ll stay home. Don’t worry, I’m just going to hang out with Léa and revise for my Spanish exam.”
Pascale Leclerc had squinted at her, suspicious. “You swear?”
“Swear. Hand on my future degree,” Y/N said, grinning. The moment her mother turned away, she shoved her tote bag full of paddock-appropriate outfits into the backseat of her friend’s car and was gone.
The Monaco paddock on Saturday morning was already buzzing with media, engineers, and drivers brushing past each other in fireproof gear. Everyone had somewhere to be.
Y/N had nowhere to be.
Which made it ten times more fun.
She slipped through the barriers using the guest pass she “borrowed” from Lorenzo — her oldest brother and, thank the heavens, her #1 accomplice — and made a beeline for the Ferrari garage like she owned the place.
Honestly? She basically did.
Until—
“Hey! You dropped this!”
She turned just as someone jogged up behind her, a discarded lanyard in hand.
Tall. Blonde. Bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile.
Ollie Bearman.
And trailing behind him was none other than Kimi Antonelli, eyebrows raised like he already knew this was going to be a problem.
“Oh my god, thanks!” she beamed, taking the lanyard back. “I didn’t even notice.”
“Are you… Charles’ little sister?” Ollie asked, eyes narrowing.
“Y/N,” she nodded, sticking out her hand like they were in a business meeting and not two chaotic teens about to derail the paddock’s peace.
Kimi snorted. “You’re the one who always sends him cursed memes before quali, right?”
“Guilty,” she laughed. “Wait — how do you know that?”
“I was sitting next to him in the driver’s briefing once. He opened one and choked on his water.”
“Classic,” she said proudly.
And just like that — instant friendship.
[🎥: video post]
🎤 "Y/N Leclerc, what are you doing with Ollie Bearman and Kimi Antonelli near the Red Bull garage??"
🗣️ “Strategizing,” she deadpans. “For what?” “World domination.”
#chaoscrew #ferrarikids #babyLeclerc #olliekimiyn
By the time Charles found her, she had commandeered a golf cart, was halfway to the hospitality suite, and Ollie was driving it like they were escaping a heist.
“Y/N?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Her eyes widened. “Abort mission. Charles has spotted us.”
Ollie slammed the brakes. “Bail?”
“Bail.”
Kimi tumbled out the side with a dramatic roll like he was in a Bond film, and Y/N hopped off and sprinted behind a stack of tire warmers.
Unfortunately for her, Charles was faster. And angrier.
He caught her by the elbow with the strength of an older brother who had been dealing with this exact behavior since 2008.
“Tu es sérieuse?!”
“Oh, come on, Charles,” she whined. “I’m an adult!”
“Adults don’t hijack golf carts!”
“Then clearly I’m redefining adulthood,” she snapped.
Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. “I told you not to come to the paddock.”
“And I told you I’m done being bossed around.”
They glared at each other until—
“I warned you,” Arthur said, strolling up behind Charles, arms crossed. “I knew she was going to sneak in.”
“You could’ve stopped her,” Charles hissed.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “She threatened to leak my old TikToks if I snitched.”
Y/N beamed. “And don’t forget it.”
Charles looked like he aged ten years. “Maman is going to kill me.”
Meanwhile, across the paddock, Kimi and Ollie regrouped behind a merch booth.
“Do you think she’s grounded?” Kimi asked.
“Definitely,” Ollie said. “But like… she deserved that joyride.”
“She’s cooler than both her brothers combined.”
“I’m going to DM her a meme about Charles losing his mind.”
“Do it.”
Back in the Ferrari motorhome, Lorenzo had his feet propped on a table when Y/N burst in, flanked by her furious siblings.
“She’s your responsibility now!” Charles shouted.
“She’s an adult!” Y/N shouted back.
“She’s my baby sister!”
Lorenzo barely looked up from his phone. “So dramatic.”
Charles looked ready to combust. “She hijacked a golf cart—”
“It was more of a joy cruise,” Y/N muttered.
“—and was hanging around with Bearman and Antonelli, of all people!”
Lorenzo finally looked up. “So? They’re her age.”
“She shouldn’t be causing chaos with—”
“She’s a Leclerc,” Lorenzo said. “Chaos is in her DNA.”
Arthur snorted. “Facts.”
Charles looked between them like he had been betrayed by his own bloodline.
“Maman is going to have an aneurysm.”
“She doesn’t need to know,” Y/N said sweetly, flopping onto the couch.
“You’re going home.”
“Nope.”
“Y/N.”
“I’ll leave when Ollie and Kimi leave.”
“YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH THEM NOW?!”
[📱: group chat screenshot]
“Chaos Trio 🏎️🔥”
Ollie: yo u alive
Kimi: charles didn’t actually murder you right
Y/N: alive and grounded but lorenzo gave me his paddock pass for tomorrow 😈
Ollie: LEGEND
Kimi: the streets won
Y/N: see you boys tmrw 8am. golf cart round 2?
Sunday. Race Day. Monaco.
Y/N showed up in a Ferrari jacket three sizes too big, sunglasses on her head, and coffee in her hand like she was the one racing that day.
Ollie and Kimi spotted her from across the paddock and high-fived her like she just returned from war.
“You got through Charles?” Kimi asked.
“Lorenzo ran interference,” Y/N replied.
“And Arthur?”
“Still pretending he doesn’t know me.”
“Nice.”
They didn’t even make it twenty minutes before someone handed them a water gun.
“Want to start a grid-wide water fight?” Y/N asked.
“Say less,” Ollie said.
“Bet,” Kimi grinned.
It was chaos. Pure, unfiltered, high-school-graduation-level chaos. No one was safe. Not drivers. Not team principals. Not even Lando Norris, who got a direct shot to the back of the head and turned around like a wet cat.
But when Charles heard the shouting and walked out of the garage to see his little sister ambushing a world champion with a water gun, he almost cried.
“Y/N!” he yelled.
“OH NO—”
Kimi grabbed her hand. “RUN!”
Later, after the race, Charles sat with a towel over his head, fully done with life.
Arthur stood next to him, handing him a water bottle. “You can’t stop her, you know.”
“She’s eighteen,” Charles muttered.
Arthur shrugged. “So were we, once.”
“I don’t like it.”
“She has friends.”
“They’re delinquents.”
“Okay true, but she’s happy.”
Charles looked across the room, where Y/N was laughing with Ollie and Kimi, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
She looked alive.
He sighed.
“She’s still my baby sister.”
Arthur clapped him on the back. “Forever and always.”
[📸: Charles Leclerc IG story]
[photo of Y/N fast asleep on the motorhome couch, Kimi and Ollie passed out beside her, surrounded by snack wrappers]
caption: “chaos crew: powered by espresso and bad decisions ☕️🔥”
[📱: text from Pascale Leclerc]
Maman 👩🍳: I saw the water gun clip. We’re talking when you get home.
Y/N: …love u?
Maman 👩🍳: You’re grounded.
Y/N: worth it.
